Confessions of a Recovering Night Owl: My (Mostly) Successful Attempt at Becoming a Morning Person
From enemy to friend: building a new relationship with sleep
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The alarm blares its loud ring, a cruel reminder that my body and the world’s clock are still out of sync.
“Just five more minutes,” I plead, knowing full well that those minutes will only make the inevitable worse. But my brain, trapped in its perpetual night owl mode, whispers a relentlessly: “Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, go back to sleep.”
I can’t go back to sleep. I have to start my day.
As I get into the office, the sleepy brain slowly starts turning into foggy brain, which stays with me for the rest of the day.
Every email I write at work feels like a long novel, and every meeting I need to attend is like I’m in front of an arena. I’m slow in analyzing data, and scared that I will make mistakes with my tasks.
“How many hours did I sleep last night? Around five, maybe? I guess this will be another lazy day then, my brain won’t work properly. Just try to get by until the evening. I need to fix my sleep. Tonight I’m sleeping early, no excuses.”
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